Tuesday, September 14, 2004

of shoes and ships and sealing wax...

With the profusion of chain restaurants in this part of town, why are none of them ethnic? That is to say, I could patronize a Chinese restaurant, but the food would pretty much taste the same. There's Mexican, but nothing spicy... you get the idea. In my copious spare time, I must learn to make hot & sour soup.

Last night, I nearly called the police to complain about loud music - then realized that the music being played at top volume (were this Spinal Tap, the knob would have been at eleven) was Enya. I grappled with the wording of the phone call ("excuse me, but my neighbors seem to be a little too much into Titanic...") decided that it could be worse, and turned up my Beethoven symphony instead.